#withconscience

[deathishergifta]

                       If our love is tragedy, why are you my remedy?

                             If our love's insanity, why are you my clarity?

[tenacioushollis-blog]

“You’re back!” The consequences of being loved by an excitable Slayer.

Send "You're back!" and tackle the tiny gay

The journalist could’ve sworn that she always took a right at that hallway, because in some of the buildings, taking a wrong turn was worse than dealing with the Grand Staircase in Hogwarts. ...Or so she imagined. 

So, she had a completely legitimate excuse for returning hours later than she promised her roommate (did that fit with Faith?). However, no sooner had she opened the door than a blur flashed into her line of vision, and suddenly the wind was knocked out of her in surprise and balance unsteady for all of two seconds before her brain caught up with what happened. 

Is Faith...hugging me? Arms momentarily in the air, she gently wrapped her arms around the Slayer. Nothing witty came to mind, so she simply grinned and responded with a small “I’m back.”

[cruximpetus]

@withconscience

     So you’ve met Faith,  Once.  Exactly once, if you’re counting.  Once in spirit and once in body and neither at the same time.  Also the same time you first met Buffy.  Both times.  Once in body and once in spirit.

     The cleavagey slut bomb psychopathic superbitch.

     Five by five.  (Five what by five what?)      That was the cliffnotes version.  You’ve found that as much as you enjoyed being brought up to speed, cliffnotes left a lot of things out.  Two sides of everything, right?  And as much as Faith as Buffy had seemed kind of mean, you think if you ended up in the skin of someone you hated and you could control their life, wouldn’t you want to hurt it as much as you could?

     Well, you wouldn’t.  You don’t hate people like that.  But you understood.      ...and they wouldn’t have called Faith into action if she were still a psychopathic superbitch.  If she ever were one to begin with.  After the saving of Angel (you hadn’t ensouled a vampire before.  You knew it was possible, knew that Willow had as her first spell, but you’d never really had the occasion), you’d begun to doubt.      A part of you wishes Willow went instead.  You think she would have fit better.      No.  You know.      “S-s-s-s-so.”  You can’t lower your head in a car.  Because - driving.  Have to see the road.  “Y-y-you’re--Faith.”  Right?

[fratricidarchive]

Taps Margot's shoulder for attention. Lightly tugs her arm. Points to her own shoulder. "Piggyback ride t'the barn? Since 'm'obviously your favorite pony."

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    It had already begun to be filthy by the time Margot offered a response. Unsurprisingly, with such company, she had quickly dropped from appropriate to much less so. If asked, she’ll always shift the blame to Faith. No one said she wasn’t at least a little petty. A small turn toward the other woman allowed her to touch, feather light to an arm.  “Are you asking me to ride you?”